"cooch" poems
I opened my grandmother.
The Universal is independent.
To the vast expanse of this great world
I opened her way. Still, the stories that
I am telling you She is more likely to hear.
I am late She would have been full of trouble.
Cutting the grains of mango, worshiping the mule's ****
Looking closely at the sunset
She would have been silently painting for a long time.
The birds that had come near to to see,
The sono-rama was very shocking to me.
In the nights of the rainy season, rain and dew on our skin
When the sound is singing one and the same
She was shaky. but She liked poetry; My poems,
so I left them for her; my grandmother.
She grew her cooch's hair as if it was grandfather's beard.
Now her spread wings seek the eternity of the beginning
and I fly into her. Her dreams will be the grass beneath the rain.
In the waving wheat's hum; where Ants walk.
In the wrinkled cage that is open,
there was a rain of the deceased
only a feather is wet.
A gift for a bequest. Remember it !! Take it!
I opened up my paternal grandmother.
Despite knowing she may not be breathing,
She will not come.
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 6:12 AM UTC
Although she didn’t use these exact words,
What it got down to was:
“My **** hurts!”
Your age-appropriate **** buddy
Experiencing a profound lubrication deficit.
Vaginal dryness:
A legitimate topic these days for
Baby-Boom conversation.
“65: the New 30,” the slogan rings.
A Mel Brooks clarion call,
Harvey Corman doing Count Da Money:
"Don't get saucy with me, Bearnaise!"
For all our good friends at
KY, Vaseline & Astroglide--
As recommended by female OB/GYNs,
(Should there be any other kind?)
Sales projections are rosy for
Ottmar’s Coconut Cooch Oil,
Despite the economic downturn,
So, naturally, you commence your
Search for a young, wet—sopping wet—co-ed,
Running the risk of bumping into
Some UC Berkeley ****
Who digs older gentlemen, and
Knows your daughter, Gwendolyn.
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 1:38 PM UTC
Warning: Explicit
If you've read
Boys With Toys,
It should come
As no surprise,
Girls talk
Just like Guys.
Having drinks,
And having fun,
The girls
Discard the curls
To think of rhymes
For naughty lines:
You make my ****** rumba;
You make my ***** clammy;
You make my **** taut;
You make my ****** latch;
You make my **** spit;
You make my box rock;
You make my canoe coo;
You make my ****** *** sooner;
You make my **** fluff;
You make my slit submit;
You make my cooch smooch;
You make my **** swim;
You make my flower shower;
You make my toe glow.
And when the last drink
Has been drunk,
The shy girl stands
Raises her glass,
To proclaim proudly:
*You make my **** grunt.*
And they did.
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 8:50 AM UTC
Mishima, Plath, Arbus & Teasdale
are the sacred four of invincible silence,
alone as Isadora danced
& Martha made it w/ Noguchi
& he built sets for her all-American dance,
lifting her legs showing off her hairy ****
I love the smell of poets’ cooch
& he-man values that overthrow
the stale shoes of grandfathers
and mothers the world over
& when we arrive on the Korean Peninsula
we shall once again call it Joseon---
Don’t torture our kpop stars---
(ironically called idols but treated like slaves)
The women we love
have had extensive cosmetic surgery
To make them beautiful
& worthy of near-religious devotion---
Suicide is a viable option
when ur depressed & in the limelight;
Where do u go after dark,
to some smoky ***** den---
It’s been days, months, years since I saw u last----
after the sinking of the Sewol
that destroyed an entire generation
of innocent lives---
Come home to me where I will love u
like a newborn puppy & make hot cocoa for u
In winter & ice-cold lemonade in summer---
It’s been months since I saw u last
& we showered together
washing away our sins to be reborn as angels
after our mutual suicide---
Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 5:08 PM UTC
Your puffy shirts and Jerry curls
Haunted the dreams of many girls.
All leather pants and ***** mustache
Caused their ******* to turn to trash.
But now that you have left your prime
Your daughter takes most TV time.
Now you're left with the remembrance of fame
All that's left is your last name.
One day soon the eighties will return
Then their carnal desires will burn.
For you their ******* will once again dampen
And their cooch you can put your stamp in.
May 19, 2010
May 19, 2010 at 7:26 PM UTC
In this house is a trousseau of deception
walking into Clarksdale
where we are perpendicular lines
of perception
at a crossroad of 61 & 49.
She pretends to be a guitar
played by his aching tooth
where she dressed all in scarlet
put candies in her cooch.
She is a ledge of peeks and coos
Pigeons of Pharmacia
scroll peoples lives from Venice beach
come to be souls just out of reach.
..and a voice shouts out from heaven
it's not to late to turn back
just a little faith my girl
is all that you really lack.
she wanted someone to save him
well, that's just not my job
those are words for redeemers
where I simply refuse to mob.
But I hope to see you there my friend
should you find yourself able
feast on the words of lambs
Eucharists at his table.
Come, we'll hold
his hand together
no longer singing
words of one,
run, scatter
hide
as innocent
babes
of Babylon.
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
It started with a tube of mascara
Which led to a sudden case of eye herps
They said it was The end of an era
If an era could fit a blurb
Nikki says Lexi enjoys eating multiple *****
Lexi claims Nikki never washes her cooch
Just a small fued between two white trash Hicks
It's difficult being a twelve year old stuck in the body of a thirty-year-old ******
However their bickering is quite cute
It's almost as if they're trying to say
"You're dumb as a mute,
Dense as clay
But without you, I'm nothing"
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 7:21 AM UTC
They call it the **** the ****** the Cho-Cha,
the Cooch, the **** the ***** Fly Trap, the
Yahoo, the Honey *** the Pink Taco, the Woo-Woo,
the Foof, the Hairy Potter, the Flaming Lips,
the Sticky Bun, the Pecan Pattie, the Field of Dreams,
Too long women have hidden from it,
the big V, she who shall not be named,
Call it by what it is,
In whatever shape, form or color,
It's a ****** get over it.
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 9:36 PM UTC
Limerick me this, she cooed
as she proffer me, her cooch
dipping tongue
as her bell rung
too bad, I had to chew
ewwww
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 11:11 AM UTC